Andromeda, by Joe Nobel - Part 28

joe.nobel (55)in #writing • 6 years ago

You don't have to start from the beginning. Just hop in bed and join the fun.

It’s not just a spy story any more.

Anna moaned, too. But her need was different; it was to quench the burning within her loins. By now, it didn't matter from who or where. She knew this wasn’t right; she knew this spirit was playing with her mind, but that didn’t make any difference.

The intruder picked up the flashlight and shone it over Anna’s spread-eagled body like a bombardier surveying his target from above. After looking her up and down, he knelt beside her then touched her belly gently. He ran his fingers over the wax covering pussy for but a moment. Then, with one quick stroke, he pulled off the solidified mass.

Anna yelped when more than a few of her hairs pulled out with it. But despite the sting of depilation, she still needed him, whoever, whatever he was. She could see his outline in the dark, from the faint light of the flashlight cast into the corner, turned the other way. He was definitely male. From the rustle of his clothes, she knew he had taken off his jacket and shirt; then, unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down to his knees. She felt him as he positioned himself over her, then felt his cock lie against her belly. She wanted to cry out, but didn’t know if it should be a cry of fear or longing. Then she felt his organ slide down and find her pussy. She felt him enter her and she lifted her hips off the floor to meet him, to help him find his way into her. She moaned in pleasure.

Being savagely denied all evening, her orgasm began almost instantly. She wished she could wrap her legs around this man. Who was he? Her rapist? Her salvation? Another master? She didn't care. She wished she could give to him as he was giving to her. She longed to embrace him with her arms and her legs, wrapping her body around his. She wanted to kiss his chest. And then to kiss his lips. She wanted to give herself fully to him. Yet all she could do was take from him. And take she did; she took so greedily as she felt him in her, as she tightened around his cock as the first of many orgasms came upon her. He took her, bestowing his pleasures of the flesh upon her without any thought of a break. Could he give too much of a good thing? she wondered. Could he overload the pleasure circuits of her brain? Just when she started to fear he’d actually go on forever, he took his own release. As he did, he gripped her arms tight, and ground himself against her. Once spent, he fell on top of her, relaxed, breathing deep, slow breathes.

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Anna felt his body with her naked skin, felt his rough, chiseled chest resting on hers. She knew he was another warrior, like her master. And like him, he also had a sense of delicacy to his feel. She felt his face with her cheek as she brushed against him. He had a short, stubbly beard as if he’d forgotten to shave for some days, very unlike the impeccable Uri Konstantine.

“You are Anna?” he asked, confirming that he had indeed taken the correct woman.

She nodded.

“You were so delicate in your surrender.” He spoke to her just above a whisper. “I hope your release was just as you expected.”

“Who, who are you?” she managed to ask.

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He got off her, looking down at her for but a moment, then he walked over to where her right hand was tied. Bending down, he grabbed the rope with his two hands and snapped it as if it were sewing thread. Then he freed her other arm in the same manner. Anna sat up and rubbed her sore wrists. Her limbs were numb when she reached to untie her own ankles.

“I am Odin,” Odin said.

“Odin, you mean the ancient Norse god?” she said. “No really, who are you?” She fumbled with the knots in the dark.

“You summoned me, did you not?” he asked..

“Summoned you? Look, this was all Liudmila’s doing. She was trying to summon the god Perun from her old Russian book of witchcraft.”

“Perun, the god of war?” he asked. “To summon Perun, all you would have had to do is burn a small token offering in the circle. To summon me, however, you have to take a sacrificial volunteer and splash her with hot wax while she squirms. If the sacrifice would have chanted along, then you would have summoned Thor. Chanting along, but no wax, would have summoned my wife Frigga. Likewise, chanting along with a gentle flogging would have called my other wife, Freya.”

“I didn’t think these variations would make a difference.”

“So, you’re a bunch of amateurs.” Odin laughed. “That explains why your circle was misaligned. I had to plant horny thoughts in your head so I could use you as a homing beacon. Do you have any idea of the power you have just unleashed? Did you ever consider the consequences?”

“Sorry, sir. We just went through this summoning to, I suppose, to give us strength to get our release.”

“Release,” he repeated her words. “And so you achieved it. I hope it was to your satisfaction.”